Tag: writing

  • Anger Gets a Bad Rap

    Anger Gets a Bad Rap

    Heh. I’m dovetailing from the end of yesterday’s entry. But seriously, anger really does get a monumentally “bad rap”: So Sayeth Google AI: A “bad rap” means an undeserved or unjust reputation, often for something negative. It implies that the person or thing is unfairly criticized or perceived negatively, sometimes without proper justification.  Here’s a more detailed…

  • Patience is…

    Patience is…

    Exhausting. Frustrating. Disappointing. Unfulfilling. “Patience is a virtue” – William Langland circa 1360 (poem: Piers Plowman) Patience is considered a virtue because it allows individuals to endure difficulties, delays, or challenges without becoming anxious or reactive. It fosters inner strength, sound judgment, and better decision-making, ultimately leading to greater success and well-being. (so says Google AI) Yep. I…

  • Impossible Tasks

    Impossible Tasks

    There are too many articles out there that cover this, so I don’t plan to link anything specific (this time). The Boyfriend did make a valid observation recently, though – that I probably need to start citing the resources where I get some of my material, just in case. Buuuuuut… most of it is just…

  • Braaaains…

    Braaaains…

    In the interest of continuing to make this blog a “morning routine” – todays is gonna be a fairly short one (hopefully?!) and I want to share a couple of images that I have on my desktop… cuz I’m funny and weird. Weirdly funny?! 😛 As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I am a whore…

  • I’m a Xennial

    I’m a Xennial

    Of course I remember life before the internet. I was born in 1982 and adhere very strongly to being both Gen-X and a Millennial – as my title says, a “Xennial.” So yeah. I’m old. I remember playing outside all the time: enacting whatever fantasies my brain could think up, swimming in clear creeks and…

  • Dragging. Ass.

    Dragging. Ass.

    Lmao. Ok, this is one of those times when the AI completely failed at depicting the “ambiance” of what I’m going for with JUST my title, so… I kept it. I’m also going to include the wording it came up with because omfg the irony… Create a highly detailed, high-resolution image of a humorous cartoon…

  • Self-Reflection

    Self-Reflection

    Disclaimer: Talks of Unaliving Over my lifetime, I’ve had many moments of self-reflection. I say moments, but sometimes they’re more than that. Sometimes, I spend hours thinking about who I am and who I want to be. Sometimes, life throws things at me that hit so hard that I can’t help but ruminate on them…

  • I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I hate the phrase “daddy issues,” but… even though it’s more often derogatory than not, it exists with a specific – vaild?! – meaning (still hate it). The term implies that a woman may have difficulty trusting men, forming healthy relationships, or setting boundaries, potentially due to past experiences with her father, which can lead…

  • Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    This is a bit of a tough one, because it can mean a plethora of things to each one of the billions of people on this fucked up planet. But, of course, the ask is for what it means to ME… And theeeeeen… my ADHD brain wants to categorize all the different “types” of freedom…

  • It’s Muh Birfday :P

    It’s Muh Birfday :P

    Fourty. Three. Yeah. I know… it can seem SUPER old to the behbeh’s out there, who are probably close to the same age as my SON (19). And to the Boomers and Beyond, I guess I’m some sort of Spring Chicken?! But for me… I feel like I’m about 80 years old. I’ve experienced too…

  • A Mother’s Confession

    A Mother’s Confession

    In my therapeutic journey, I’ve spent a lot of time and focus on The Plague and everything shitty that’s come from him. His toxic abuse my entire life has overshadowed almost everything else, despite there being plenty of other traumatic things I’ve had to endure… things that will eventually require my attention and some healthy…

  • How Friendships Die – Darryl

    How Friendships Die – Darryl

    I have lost many friends in my life. Be it from moving away, drifting apart, death… or – the focus for THIS entry – being completely ghosted out of the blue. And you know… 🤔 as I write this and ponder the many different friends I’ve lost, I realize that I could write a whole…